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Post by Finduilas Ancalimon on Nov 19, 2003 11:38:46 GMT -5
After many days on the road, Fernelf stopped to give herself and her pony, "Alaterial" a well deserved rest. Much had happened since leaving her adopted father's tavern . It seemed longer then a moon ago since she last layed eyes on her "da". Finduilas Ancalimon as was Fernelfs birth race name had promised her "da" and the hobbits of her village that she would set out and find out what may have happened to the two hobbits that disapeared nigh a moon span ago. One was a distant relative of her da's. A simple gardener and trusted servant of his master. It was both the gardener and his master that went missing. Most of the villagers thought that maybe bandits had come to rob the master and found both at home so decided to kidnap them for some sort of ransom. Fernelf knew better since after checking both homes, noted nothing missing although the Master's home was indeed ransacked. She kept this to herself as not to worry the hobbits in her village. She did promise to find out what she could about ther dissapearance. So far she had no luck in discovering anything about them nor their whereabouts.
As she lead her pony to a small stream next to the crossroads, she thought of how she ended up here. She had met new peoples on her journey thusfar. Even though Fernelf is deaf due to an injury as an infant, she has the skill of reading the lips of others and feeling loud sounds within her body. A wonderful gift was given to her by a man from Gondor she had met while on the road. It is the brooch of Gondor. Fernelf found out by accident that when she wears the brooch, she can hear subtle sounds. She still needs to rely on lip reading, but the brooch does help her to "hear" sounds albeit low.
Looking around as her pony drank from the stream, Fernelf could not help but notice how beautiful the lands around her were. She knew for her quest to succeed, she would have to find a place she could come to for rest and to clear her thoughts.
"This is as good of a place that I have seen since my adventure began". she said out loud. She turned as her pony snorted her approval. "well Alaterial it is time to start building ourselves some shelter. I do hope you are strong enough to help me pull some logs after I figure out how to cut them down". The pony abrubtly turned her head away from fernelf. "my friend I am the one with selective hearing..so dont act as if you did not hear me" Fernelf noted smiling. The poney snorted once more then went back to lapping water from the stream.
Fernelf set about finding the area to build her shelter. After picking the perfect spot not too far away from the road she went to each tree and asked permission to cut them down. She explained her reasons and waited for thier acceptance. After sensing that the trees approved. She then promised to plant seedlings in thier honor. She removed her small dagger and proceeded to try and go about her work.
After about 3 days of trying to cut down the trees, Fernelf was almost ready to quit. Stubborn was her nature so she decided to think on another way to start her shelter.
Thus she sat thinking and wondering......."I wish I had the strength it takes to do this" she muttered to herself....."hmmm what I need is some strong arms and a axe" " Some horses to help place the logs would help too since poor Alaterial will not be able to do it herself"
Fernelf decided to eat some berries while she thought of her options....
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Post by Morg Stormhammer on Nov 20, 2003 3:58:22 GMT -5
Leading his pony, Surefoot, through the tall grasses and around the trees, a lone Dwarf wanders through the countryside, singing softly to himself in a gruff voice. Thoughts of his next drink and a pallet of straw creep into his mind as day draws on to night and the shadows take on a life of their own.
"Surefoot, my lad!" the Dwarf suddenly blurts out. "How long do ye think we shall intrude upon his land afore we might come across anything resembling hospitality?" At this, the burdened pony only snorts, possibly dreaming his own of fresh hay and maybe an apple or two in payment for carrying his master and all his belongings. Morg then begins anew his songs of gold and of mining and days of glory long past for his kind, yet hope against hope that those days should return.
Morg Stormhammer, known as Morgrim to his kin, thus begins his journey into the Shire, of which he has heard but never laid eyes upon.
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Post by Finduilas Ancalimon on Nov 20, 2003 10:20:54 GMT -5
As Fernelf lay daydreaming about how she would build her new homestead, her eyes grew heavy and she was soon fast alseep. A deep sleep was her rest,deeper then one she has had since her journey began. Her thoughts soon turned to visions in her mind. She dreamt of a sturdy but graceful hall with stables attached. There were many people about. She saw peoples of all races laughing and drinking ale. Flowers and herbs of various kinds grew on the land surrounding the hall. There were peoples there she loved and cared about. But even the shadow forced itself upon her visions...she also saw villages along the road set on by orcs with torches. Fires burned, peoples lost. She had visions of her self and others..riding hard upon the lands to an unknown desitny. Her visions were fragmented..going from wonderful visions of her homestead to horrible visions of death...thus Fernelf lay and dreamed of what would be her future and futures of others that would come into her life.......
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Post by Nevnarial on Nov 20, 2003 13:47:07 GMT -5
Nevnarial traveled slowly on the road with her horse, Mattia, glancing back every so often to make sure she was not being followed. She was tired and looked for a safe place to rest herself. As she was looking, she noted up ahead what appeared to be a lump of clothes, and as she got closer, she saw it was a body. "Oh no! Not another ambush", she thought as she quickened her pace. As she drew nearer, she saw it was an acutal person. Peering down at the sleeping figure, she said to herself, "Too small for an elf, too large for a hobbit, and not enough girth for a dwarf. Whoever it may be, this person is a fool! Does this one not know of the perils on these roads?" "Hello?", she said causiously. No answer. She dismounted. "Hello!?", she said in a much louder voice and nudged the person with her boot. The figure started to stir...
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Post by Finduilas Ancalimon on Nov 20, 2003 14:02:24 GMT -5
Something began to intrude upon fernelf's dreams. Suddenly she sensed she was not alone. Opening her eyes she saw a elf and a horse. Startled she grabbed her dagger and sprang to her feet. Trying to make herself appear taller then her five feet. She observed the new arrivals closely. Sensing no danger she lowered her dagger. "I am sorry you found me napping but I was very weary and must have fallen asleep. I am Finduilas Ancalimon better known as Fernelf." bowing her head to both the lovley elf and her horse. "I have been traveling and decided to find a place I could call home". Looking closer she noted that the woman and her horse looked both tired and hungry. "I have some berries you can have and your horse can restore themself at the stream here ".That is if you are in no hurry.....come and talk awhile if you care...I have been alone for many a night and would like to have some company"
Fernelf held her hand out with some berries for the horse to take ...
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Post by Nevnarial on Nov 20, 2003 22:38:37 GMT -5
Mattia happily snatched the sweet berries out of the little person's hand.
“It is not wise for one so small to be traveling, let alone, napping on the open road”, said Nevnarial, looking down at Finduilas Ancalimon, “but I am very fatigued and welcome your invitation. I am Nevnarial and I thank you for your kindness”.
Nevnarial walked over to the stream and cupped her hands to drink. It was cool and refreshing. She splashed some water on her face to clean the dust from it. Then she stood up and looked around. “This is a pleasant area”, she said to the petite female, “is this where you plan to settle?”
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Post by Finduilas Ancalimon on Nov 20, 2003 22:47:42 GMT -5
Feeling a little foolish about allowing herself to fall asleep so easily when there was danger around,Fernelf could not help to wonder why she had fallen into such a deep sleep. "You are right of course. I am actually surprised I did sleep so sound...but there is something about this pace...I can sense it...almost as if I knew I would be safe here. I do believe I found my nitch here". smiling she added;"my safe haven. Feel free to eat what you will. There is some bread and cheese in my bag over by that rock. Ah now if only we had some sweet ale". Fernelf stretched her arms and yawned once more. Feeling still very sleepy she looked to the elf.."Tell me about yourself and where you come from".... fernelf settled in to hear the elf's tale.. She could not keep her eyes open..and she drifted back off to sleep.
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Post by Nevnarial on Nov 20, 2003 23:58:30 GMT -5
As Nevnarial started to talk, she realized she was speaking to no one. She turned and looked at the small elf soundly sleeping. Though, she herself was weary, she muttered under her breath, “Sleep well, little one, for I will guard you tonight”. She looked up and saw the first stars of the evening were appearing. Then she lay back and stared at the night sky, lost in her thoughts of the past. She thought about the villages and towns she had visited, and about this beautiful land she was in. But mostly she thought about Timmon. His death seemed like it was only yesterday and yet years had passed. The hours of the night went by quickly, and when she saw the break of a new day, for some odd reason, she felt comforted. With that feeling, she closed her heavy eyes with the thoughts of her lost love still burning in her mind and she quickly fell asleep…
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Post by Finduilas Ancalimon on Nov 25, 2003 10:00:15 GMT -5
Feeling the warmth of the sun on her face, Fernelf awoke to the golden rays of morning. She looked around and saw the young elf sleeping. Stretching and rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she went to the stream and washed her face and rinsed her mouth. Sucking on a mint leaf she ran her fingers through her hair. "I will make some tea with the last of the meadow berries" she said out loud to nobody.
Grabbing the only pot that she had she filled it with some water and began placing the berries in it. She then took a few small twigs and placed them over a few rocks. Taking out her flint rocks she began to build a small fire. After a few moments she placed the pail on the small flames and added some mint that was growing next to the stream.
Setting out to do what she could by herself, Fernelf took her dagger and cut some vines to use for rope. She placed the vines next to the small fire so they would dry faster. Testing them,she felt confident they would hold the logs together.
Fernelf grabbed some small twigs and placed them around the area that would be her homestead. "we now have two..that is better then one...once the young elf awakes maybe together we can get these logs where we want them." she mused.
Fernelf decided to turn the earth where the garden would go while she waited for the young elf. She turned the earth with a sturdy stick. She placed one of the very precious seeds she had obtained from various places. Walking to the stream she would return to each little mound and water it with water cupped in her hands. She knew there was alot of work to be done before this really was a homestead, but she felt confident that all would be done . Fernelf hummed a simple tune as she went about her tasks...
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Post by Morg Stormhammer on Nov 25, 2003 12:19:35 GMT -5
After many weary days, dark nights filled with sounds unfamiliar yet familiar just the same, Morg leads his pony to a stream so they may both take a bit of refreshment. Sticking his head fully into the clear, cool water, Morg takes a deep drink as Surefoot stands beside him taking a more civilized stance. The Dwarf then throws his head back, breathing deeply of the fresh air. Then he lay back upon the grass and small plants as may grow near such a waterway, letting Surefoot take his time in going about his consumption of water.
As Morg lay there, soaking up the morning sun, he hears what he thinks sounds like maybe some strange animal he has yet to encounter but sounds more like humming or soft singing. Sitting up a bit, he strains to hear more clearly this sound, lest his ears deceive him and to better judge the direction from which it originates. Gathering Surefoot's tether he starts to lead the pony towards where he believes the sound is coming from. Moving ever so slowly, so as to make as little noise as possible, he is given away by two things: Surefoot chose that moment to snort after having his nose stuck in the stream to drink and a family of small birds, who had the same idea as Morg and his pony, were startled into flight and a string of song-like curses only those with feathers may understand.
Freezing on the spot and grumbling to himself about his luck, he sees a small head pop up. One that he vaguely recognizes. "This is impossible," he thinks to himself. "How can this person come all the way here and meet me yet again along the road to a destination yet unkown." Unsure of what to do, he extends his hands outward in a show of peace and begins to walk slowly towards the small figure by the stream.
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Post by Nevnarial on Nov 25, 2003 14:25:25 GMT -5
“I can smell her! She is close!”
With that, Nevnarial startled herself out of her dream. She sat up feeling confused and examined her surroundings. The sun was extremely bright and her eyes were not completely adjusted to the light. All she could hear was a babbling stream in the near distance.
After a moment, she remembered where she was and looked around for the tiny elf whom she had camped with the night before. She caught sight of a Dwarf extending his hand to Fernelf and panic overtook her. Unnoticed, she quickly sprang to her feet and dashed into some nearby bushes. In the case his intentions were unkind, she pulled an arrow out of her quiver and readied her bow.
Aiming at the Dwarf’s burley chest, she carefully watched his movements toward Fernelf…
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Post by Finduilas Ancalimon on Nov 25, 2003 16:48:06 GMT -5
As fernelf mused and hummed she noted a flock of birds suddenly take flight. She looked around startled but relaxed as she saw it was the Dwarf she had met a few days back at a tavern she had stopped by. Smiling Fernelf went to him and shook his hand rather firmly for such a small elf. "Hail!...I know your face. You were at the tavern the same night I stopped to rest my bones. Tis good to see you and I hope the days have treated you well since we last parted. Come as I just started some tea and you look as if you could sit a spell. There is one I will have you meet....uh..um..well she was here a moment ago...." fernelf looked to and fro looking for the young elf that moments ago was fast asleep. Shaking her head to make sure the elf was not her imagination she looked back to the dwarf. My name is Finduilas Ancalimon..but I am better known around these lands as Fernelf. I am sorry I do not recall your name sirrah..for I fear I left the tavern before we could better aquaint ourselves" ....
Fernelf looking to her pony called to her, "Alaterial share that sweet grass with our new guest and mind your manners"
Looking back to the dwarf she smiled as she awaited his response. Hoping he would indeed stay and have some tea. Fernelf did not realize how lonely those nights were until she met the Elf yesterday and now seeing the dwarf again made her want company and companionship.
Fernelf waited to see if he would accept her invitation and hoped the young elf would re-appear also as she seemed a nice sort. Fernelf sensed the elf but was unable to see her. Fernelf also sensed the Elf was a cautious sort for very good reasons...reasons she hoped to soon find out....
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Post by Morg Stormhammer on Nov 26, 2003 8:43:39 GMT -5
"Greetings yet again, my diminutive friend!" Morg, having a lack of shyness and quiet about him, starts the usual bluster and bellowing that have followed him all his adult years. "Might I ask of you a favor, dear Fernelf?" he says, looking about him and finally setting upon a clump of bushes a little ways away yet close enough for the arrow aimed at him to reach it's mark quite handily. Continuing on, getting a bit louder with each passing moment, "Could you please ask your friend, the other Elf there amongst those bushes, to please remove arrow from string and join us for a bit of breakfast?" He then reaches into a pouch on his pony and pulls out a few small packages. "Luck and a bit of haggling at my last encounter with a village had gotten me this bit of meat and some ripe vegetables, if you would share a meal with a Dwarf" Morg exclaims, unwrapping each pouch and revealing the very tasty looking morsels. With another brief glance towards the bushes, he then leads Surefoot over to where the makeshift camp of the two Elfs seemed to be and began to sing, in Dwarfish fashion, of riches and battle, all with a happy ending of course.
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Post by Finduilas Ancalimon on Nov 26, 2003 11:28:21 GMT -5
Quite embarrassed Fernelf reading his lips looked to the direction the dwarf had glanced. She saw the arrowhead that was concealed by the leaves. "This young woman is very skilled in stealth" thought Fernelf. Turning she walked over to the bush and leaning into it pushed her face through the leaves until she was face to face with the elf. "He is a friend ...more hot air then danger I do believe...just dont tell him I said so..although I would not want to be his enemy..he looks like a seasoned warrior and verrah handy with that axe...you can come out if you wish...I do thank you for your quick thinking..for had he been a danger..I surely would no longer be here staring at you through this here bush" Fernelf smiled and slowly placed her fingertip on the arrow and waited for the young woman to feel safe enough to lower it herself.......
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Post by Nevnarial on Nov 26, 2003 14:56:26 GMT -5
As Fernelf spoke these words to her, Nevnarial lowered her bow and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. "I wish I was not so untrusting of others," she said under her breath.
Feeling a bit guilty of her actions, she pushed through the bushes into the open. "Good morning, Fernelf," she spoke in a soft voice. "I hope your slumber was peaceful the night ere."
Nevnarial and Fernelf walked side by side over to where the Dwarf was. "And you, Master Dwarf, if you mind answering me this question for I am puzzled. Was it your keen sight or your sharp sense of hearing that noticed me? I was unaware that Dwarves possessed either," she laughed. "I suppose I must be more silent if a common Dwarf can spot an Elf who does not wish to be found. Though, if you are a friend to Fernelf, I shall call you friend as well," she said smiling. Thinking to herself, "We shall see how trustworthy this Dwarf really is," she extends her hand suspiciously and says, "I am Nevnarial."
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